The Walking Dead: Clementine and a dog named Sam
Chapter 9: captured
Here's the next chapter of the story, ladies and gentleman. I played In Harm's Way, and I got to admit, was a great episode. But unfortunately I could enjoy every moment because some loud-mouth decided to spoil it for me about what happened to Alvin and Carver. -_- Still, could be worse. But I certainly was shocked to see the 400 days characters return.
Anyway, here I bring you chapter 9, and I should let you know that I plan to end this story by Episode 3. You will see why later. In the meantime, enjoy the chapter.
Not too long after the members of the ski lodge had been captured, Carver and his two people marched everyone through the woods until they reached a storage truck. Most of them were forced into the back, but they had to pull over and wait for a moment when Sarah needed to go to the bathroom. Just to be safe, Clementine accompanied her there, knowing how much she did not like to be left alone. But even if she didn't, they would have made her nevertheless.
Whilst she was waiting, Clementine was staring at a tree when she saw a butterfly perch down on the side. It reminded her about when she was younger, how much she loved to chase butterflies in her backyard. She reached out her right hand to tough it, but the butterfly had taken off in a random direction.
"You about done over there?"
Clementine was startled by the sudden voice that called out to her, and she leaned back a little to see it was Troy, one of Carver's men who was part of the ski lodge attack.
"Yeah, one second!" Sarah emerged from out of nowhere, requesting a little longer from the older man. She turned back towards Clementine whilst zipping her pants up. "Thanks for coming with me. It's scary out here...I know they made you. It's still nice that you came."
"We're friends..." Clementine reminded her. "Friends look out for one another."
"We are, aren't we..." Sarah was able to raise a smile when she remembered Clementine was still her friend, and this made her happy. "Well, if you need to pee, let me know. I'll keep lookout for you, too."
"Uh...okay." Clementine agreed.
Before long, the two girls began making their way back over to the storage truck where Carver, Troy, and Bonnie were waiting for them. Troy was the first to greet them, wanting to make sure they did not need to stop again. "Everything come out all right, girls?"
Neither of them replied, and Clementine folded her arms together and gave him a saucy look, but as for Sarah, she merely stared at him.
"Troy. Get them tied up." Carver ordered while he was trying to get a signal on his walkie-talkie.
"Will do..." he obeyed, gesturing his gun back towards the back of the truck.
"Well, we're on our way, probably thirty minutes out. Make sure everyone's prepped. Emotions might be running high. Carver out." Carver cut himself out from the radio and turned back towards Troy whom was bust trying Sarah's hands together. "If I found out you've been wasting fuel to keep that fucking heater going, I'll make you walk back."
"Nope. Froze my ass off...Just like you told me to." Troy assured, deep down, he was extremely fearful of Carver and what he would do to him if he let him down.
Carver shifted his attention back towards Clementine, whom had been glaring towards him the entire time, and this gained him an annoyed face. "It ain't polite to listen to other folks conversations. Has anyone ever taught you that? Where's your manners?"
"I'm sorry." Clementine apologized, but deep down, she did not mean it and only did it for the sake of herself and her friends.
"It's okay, honey. We'll chalk it up as a lesson learned, all right?" Carver assured with a slight grin across his face. He turned back towards Troy once he decided it was time to go. "Get the girls in the back with the rest of them. We got a bit of a drive ahead of us."
Troy finished tying up Clementine's hands and opened up the back of the storage truck, revealing everyone else inside, sitting down against the ends of the trucks with their hands tied together. He pulled out a Single Action Army revolver and aimed it at the two. "In." he ordered.
Clementine and Sarah climbed into the back of the truck and were happy to see everyone was there and accounted for: Kenny, Sarita, Matthew, Nick, Pete, Alvin, Rebecca, Carlos. Sam was also accounted for, too, but he had his mouth tied together to prevent him from biting. He did not bother to try and take it off and merely sat there. By the looks of it, Carver might have tanned him with a beating.
"Are you guys okay?" Sarita inquired a hint of worry in her tone.
"The hell did he do to you?" Kenny inquired, fearing that one of them might have beaten down Clementine like they did to Carlos back in the ski lodge. "Hey! Did he hurt you? Hey. Hey!"
Troy ignored Kenny's question and shut the back of the door.
A couple of moments later, the truck soon began moving again, and everyone inside remained silent since they did have quite the journey to go. The truck shaken a couple of times during the ride and it almost caused each of them to fall over, but they were able to keep their balance.
Kenny was the first to finally speak up after moments and moments of complete silence, and the first thing on his mind was to get out of here. "All right, we got to do something. Come on. Anyone got anything sharp? Anything?..." no-one replied. "We need to get these bindings off! Hey! Clem, help me find something to get these off. Anything sharp that could cut these..."
"And what good is that going to do?" Rebecca asked Kenny, fearing his plan would only get them killed.
"The hell is wrong with you people?" Kenny inquired, having the feeling that each of them were just plain stupid for just wanting to sit here and do nothing. "We got to get out of here."
"Like what?" Clementine spoke, wanting to know what me meant exactly by "find something".
"What do you mean, like what?" Kenny asked. "Something sharp. Anything that can help! A fucking-I don't know. Anything! We're in a fucking precarious position here. We got to do something about that!"
"Settle down, Kenny." Carlos requested, reminding him that they no longer possessed any weapons. "They took everything. We have to keep a level head."
"He's right." Rebecca agreed. "You don't know Bill like we do."
"Bill?" Kenny repeated, shifting his gaze over towards the pregnant woman for a moment. "The whole time it's Carver, Carver, Carver, now he's fucking Bill?" he then only assumed the worse. "Oh, I see. Y'all are just getting a ride home, aren't ya? That's what's going on here."
Nick shifted his attention over towards the man who resembled him in every way, annoyed to what he just said. "Say that again."
"I'd stay out of this, boy." Kenny warned him.
"Mister, I ain't a boy." Nick told him.
"No, right...you're a man." Kenny mocked him, and this was beginning to cause Nick's temper to rise again. "Grow the fuck up, kid."
"Hey, don't fucking speak to my nephew like that." Pete told him, defending Nick when he was only trying to defend himself.
"Fuck you, old man." Kenny swore at him.
"You don't understand. He's different...he's worse..." Rebecca admitted, unable to imagine what Carver would do with her, her husband and her friends once they were back at his camp.
"The fucking are you talking about?" Kenny inquired, puzzled to what she meant by this. How on Earth could he be worse than the undead whom roam the world nowadays.
"He want's to punish us." Rebecca answered.
"What do you mean worse?" Clementine inquired towards Rebecca.
"He's a fucking psychopath now!" Kenny judged them, suspecting Carver to be just another random guy that he could take with only one shot from his gun.
"The bastard killed Walter!" Matthew reminded them, still in shock and sadness over the loss of his partner. "Besides, why is it he's bring us back? We ain't apart of your group! This is kidnapping!"
"Matthew, calm down." Sarita soothed him, not wanting the current situation to get out of hand.
"You have no idea what you're dealing with!" Carver told Kenny,
"Oh, he gave me a pretty good goddamn idea back at the lodge, and I don't intend to sit around here and let that happen to the rest of us!" Kenny explained himself, hoping he could prove to the former cabin group that he was trustworthy. "I'm trying to help!"
"I'm sure Walter really appreciated your help." Carlos clashed, thinking that it was Kenny's fault for getting him killed in the first place. But even for him, saying that was too far, especially in front of Matthew.
Kenny's expression softened as the thought of Carver shooting Walter raced around his mind like it was haunting him.
"That's not fair!" Sarita spoke up, defending her boyfriend from the doctor's judgment. "You're blaming him for the actions of a madman."
"Don't fucking talk about Walter!" Matthew ordered.
"I am pointing out that, regardless of intent, there are consequences to rash actions. Something that he seems to be misreading as capitulation." Carlos explained, speaking on some kind of smart way to talk that seemed to confuse Kenny a lot.
"I dunno what the fuck you're saying, but I know it's bullshit! We have to do something!" Kenny suggested a second time, gaining an angry expression for a second time.
"Kenny..." Sarita attempted to calm him down, but could not find the correct words to say.
"You can't reason with him." Rebecca told them, knowing that Carver was not one to be negotiated with.
Kenny merely ignored him before shifting his attention near Clementine, and as luck would have it, it was like a miracle from the Lord. He spotted a broken pipe-like metal that looked sharp enough to cut his binds. "Oh shit. Jackpot!"
Clementine followed to where he was looking, seeing the broken object that he planned to use.
Carlos frowned when Kenny had stood up to approach the pipe, and attempted to reason with him. "Sit down. You're going to get us all killed!"
"Y'all don't know what you're talking about." Kenny told them as he began rubbing the rope against the broken pipe in an attempt to get free. "We get cooped up in some kennel like a bunch of fucking dogs, it's over. No offence to your dog or anything, Clementine."
"You don't know that." Rebecca told him.
"Yeah? Well, I been in this situation before." Kenny replied, referring to the time he, Lee, Clementine, Lilly and Larry were captured and locked in a meat locker. "You ever been prisoner?"
"We've all been prisoners." Carlos answered for everyone in his group. "Why do you think we left?"
"Kenny's right." Clementine agreed with him, knowing they had to get out of here as soon as possible. "We have to so something. We can't just sit here."
"How is it the kid is the only one that sees what's going on here?" Kenny asked them, relieved that he had Clementine back to make the smart decisions.
"Clem..the adults are talking." Carlos told her.
"Is that what this is?" Clementine inquired, suspecting that he was trying to treat her like how he treated Sarah. "I am not a little kid. And you are not my dad."
Before he could answer, Kenny had finally got his hands free from his binds. He raised a smile as he rubbed his wrists together to get the feeling back into them. "All right, now we're talking."
"Carver will be on the other side of that door with ten people." Carlos warned him. His expression soothed when he heard sudden cries coming from beside him, and he turned around to see it was his daughter crying in sadness and fear.
"There, there, baby. It's okay. Everything's going to be fine." Rebecca soothed her, but deep down, she had to admit that she was unsure if each of them were going to be okay or not. Whose to say Carver won't kill Rebecca once her baby has been delivered?
"At this point, maybe Luke is the only hope we have." Carlos admitted.
"If he was gonna do something he would have done it by now." Kenny admitted whilst he kept his hand on the truck wall to keep himself balanced.
"Who knows what he's dealing with. Anything can happen out there." Rebecca told them.
"I'll tell you what happened: he abandoned us." Kenny replied, suspecting the younger man to be nothing but a traitor after he had just left them rather than help save them.
"You don't know that." Nick argued, joining in on the tense conversation they were currently having.
"I know he ain't here." Kenny clashed.
"He may not be around, but he wouldn't just leave us behind." Rebecca assured, knowing that Luke was never one to just "cut and run" as Carver would say.
"That guy is a flake." Kenny judged him. "I could tell the second I set eyes on him."
"Kenny, please calm down." Sarita requested, knowing her boyfriend had a short-temperature and could just explode at any moment if he let his anger gain the best of him. "Please."
"I'm calm, Sarita!" Kenny assured, but his expression was unbelievable, and he spoke a little too fast for anyone to believe him. "I look angry to you?"
"We'll have to wait and see." Clementine admitted, knowing there was nothing more they could do other than to wait. "It's all we can do."
"She's right." Rebecca agreed with the young girl. "There's no way to know what's happened to him."
"I told you already. He's gone." Kenny told them for the final time, but he was unable to continue when the truck had shaken yet again, followed by the reversing sound you usually hear on most trucks.
"We're close." Carlos admitted, staring at the roof of the truck.
"Okay. Let's do this." Kenny ordered, preparing to attack whoever was on the other side of the truck, but he did not seem to have a proper plan.
"Son, in all respect-don't be a fucking idiot." Pete told him, knowing that doing stupid moves could cost himself and others dearly.
"They have guns. What exactly do you expect to do?" Rebecca asked him.
"I'm going to punch the first son of a bitch I see. Then I'm going to take his gun and use it to shoot the NEXT son of a bitch I see." Kenny answered, but his plan seemed to lack detail a lot, and to everyone else, it sounded incredible stupid.
"Just sit down!" Carlos ordered, trying to make himself sound serious to help better convince him.
"Shut up, Doc!" Kenny told him, not seeming to be affected by his order. "This ain't your call!" he paused for a second and shifted his gaze towards Clementine. "Hey, just...if something happens, just help out, okay? Don't, you know, get yourself hurt or nothing, but any help would be good...Hey Clem. Look at me. You trust me, right?"
"Kenny! Please, just...Just listen to them." Sarita practically pleaded with him to just sit down and forget his escape plans for now before he got them into trouble. "They know him...what he's capable of."
Clementine had to think about his question for a moment. She had to admit that Kenny had done some stupid and selfish decisions in the past. He let Shawn die, he killed Larry when there was a chance to bring him back, he did not assist Lee when he was fighting Danny St. John. But in the end, he was a good and loyal man, and he even proved it by almost giving his life to save Ben, whom he hated for what he did. "Yeah, okay...I trust you. I'll...I'll do what I can."
"All right. It's okay to be a little scared. But we got to do this." Kenny told them, shifting his entire body over towards the exit of the truck. "Alright...everybody re-"
Kenny did not have the chance to finish when the truck had suddenly bashed into something from the outside and this caused him to whack his head against the truck door, causing him to collapse down and almost knocking him unconscious.
"Kenny! Kenny, are you okay?" Sarita inquired, immediately running over to aid him.
"Is he okay?" Rebecca asked.
"I think so." Sarita admitted, and she was relieved when his eyes had opened in a matter of seconds.
"Oh...what hit me?" Kenny inquired.
"It's probably for the best." Carlos admitted, thinking that his little accident may have just prevented him from doing something stupid.
"Goddamn brakes ain't working for shit!" Troy could be heard complaining in the cab of the truck they were inside.
A couple of moments later when the truck had been halted to a complete stop, followed by the back door of the truck opening. Standing outside was Bonnie, Troy, and another one of Carver's men: an African-American woman whom look quite big for her size and looked around in her middle thirties. She had an afro with a headband around her forehead, she wore a dark yellow and brown jacket with blue jeans, and like her allies, she was armed with an AK-47. "Alright, up and at 'em."
No-one wanted to cause any trouble for now, at least, and obeyed her request. Everyone inside stood up and marched out of the truck. Including Sam, whom like usual, followed Clementine everywhere.
Troy stopped Kenny in his tracks when he noticed his hands were not secure like the other prisoners. "The fuck? How did you get your restraints off? Come here."
Once everyone was out of the truck, they followed Tavia and Bonnie through the community while Carver was making an announcement via the speakers through the entire building. "We've got some familiar faces back with us tonight. Now, I understand some of you are confused as to why we'd bring these people back when they left us as they did."
"I think I have got an idea." Rebecca admitted.
"It might not come all at once...but the time will heal these wounds...so be patient with them until it does...and take solace in knowing that they're here to help us make our home a better place."
The entire group were now in a huge area that had more guards patrolling the area and plenty of food stacked in shelves. A couple of them looked above where they could see Carver in the managers office through the window, speaking into a microphone.
"All these feelings you have of anger...betrayal...hate...they're all valid. No-one needs to forget what they did...but we have to find it in our hearts to forgive them."
"Look how much food they have..." Clementine admitted.
"I hope you aren't saying what I think you're saying." Kenny told her, unable what to imagine what he would say if she admitted she liked this place.
"As many of you already know...a large herd of lurkers gathers just south of us..."
"Come on, we need you for something." Troy told Carlos.
"Can it wait until morning?" Carlos requested, too tired from all the walking they had to do all night. And the fact he was brutally beaten by Carver not too long ago that cost him the use of his two fingers at the moment. "We're all exhausted."
"Just come the fuck on." Troy ordered.
Sarah began to panic for a moment when seeing her dad being separated from her, fearing she could not survive here without him. "I need him. I need my dad. I can't...he's...he looks after me."
Troy did not seem to affected by her sudden plea, and instead, he nodded his head in the direction to where everyone else in their group was.
The duo obeyed and began following the others towards the next room.
Clementine turned towards her new best friend as they both were escorted down the hallway, assuring her that everything would be fine. "He'll be back."
"When?" Sarah inquired.
"I don't know. But he will come back." Clementine reassured her.
"Thanks, Clem." she thanked, happy that she had a friend like Clementine to take care of her.
"And with the added manpower joining us this evening I have no doubt that we will continue to..."
Bonnie knelt down to a security shutter and unlocked with the keys. Despite being their enemy, she did give them a little friendly warning that they may want to take into consideration. "Make sure y'all stay off the fence. Bill can see if you're messing with it."
Clementine turned around for a moment and looked behind Troy to see Carver watching them in the manger's office while continuing his announcement. "It's no longer enough to survive...it is our obligation to make this community a beacon of hope..."
"Thanks, Bonnie." Nick thanked, but it was tough to tell if he was being sarcastic or if he really meant it.
"Yup." Bonnie looked away to keep everyone from noticing her change of expression.
"To provide a light...a bright light. Bright enough to shine all this darkness. So that is we'll do." Carve finished his announcement and turned off the speakers.
Inside the area they were in, it was locked down by the shutters and fences that were boarded-up with barbwire tired on the top. There was chairs stacked in circle near a fire to keep them warm, and bunk beds for them to sleep on.
"Ya'll best get some rest, 'cause there ain't going to be much for you tomorrow." Troy suggested while Bonnie standing beside him untied everyone's restraints. "You're gonna be working hard."
"That's for you." Bonnie told Rebecca, pointing towards the most comfortable bed in the area they were in.
"Yeah, it would be." Rebecca admitted, folding her arms together as she eyed the bed she was going to be sleeping on. "Fucking Bill. Keeps me out in the cold, but at least I'll be comfortable."
Everyone was in shock that they were going to be locked in this area and soon, they would be forced to work against their will and were unable to do anything about it. Hopefully once Troy and Bonnie would leave, everyone could work together and discuss an escape plan.
And here I bring you the next chapter of my story, ladies and gentleman. Like I said: this story might end by the end of Episode 3, but I will think about it. Depends on how popular the story gets. But stay tuned for chapter 10.